| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| Northside
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| A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| Northside
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| A town shit
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| Northside Atlanta ambassador, back for more
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| The second I see 'em mash record
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| I’m spazzin' on 'em if they’re askin' for it
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| The first to put it on the map, so don’t be actin like I passed the torch
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| Ain’t got the patience for the back and forth
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| The murder rap has got me on a wanted poster with a cash reward
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| I’m short tempered, these boys better be glad I’m on
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| When I was young, I would jack you for your pack of ‘ports
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| They know me at the local package store, they give me discounts
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| Thirty minutes out from Midtown, where we sip Crown Royal
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| Someone swole, they get drunk and run they big mouth
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| Then somebody punch 'em, they unconscious for the ten count
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| This rap game is similar to being back in school again 'cause
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| All my crew is in the building and the in-crowd
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| It’s cool to be lame nowadays, so excuse me if my attitude is
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| Who the fuck are you to say what’s in style?
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| Red 'fro retro, Atlanta got the red look
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| I be turning heads everywhere you see me step foot
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| Check stub full of commas, told you I was next up
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| Rollin' through Gwinnet I hit up both and now we’re thista
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| Made a play on Pleasant Hill rolling through Sonesta
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| Phone ringing, I don’t answer so they blow my text up
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| Going the speed limit, police are eager to arrest you
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| Plus I had a lot of drank, I’d probably fail the breath-a
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| Lyzer test, change it up, I’m back to rhyming I confess
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| I think I’m the best, besides a couple guys alive or dead
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| Running over rivals, tire tread
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| Their entire head busts just like a virus spreading virally and I infect
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| Non-believers, fighting like a fly inside my spider web
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| Tell them give me my respect, climbing up a flight of stairs
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| Finessin' rhyming since the first Vanilla Ice was said
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| Ain’t nobody try me yet, I just pray to God I said
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| Forgive them for their sins, my lord
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| They know not what they do
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| I’ve been trying to ignore the things they say to ruin my mood
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| Never know what I’ve been going through lately if they only knew
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| They’d watch the shit they say before they make me lose my cool…
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| Fuck around and lose my cool…
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| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| North side, A town shit
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| What you know about being the only white boy
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| Deep in the hood, in the city, waiting for hours trying to do a song
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| You hit the stage, you could tell they wanna boo you off
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| Before you even get started you gotta prove 'em wrong
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| Or say fuck 'em, my chain tuck 'em, my jewelry on
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| Go head pull your gun, I hope you’re shooting to kill
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| The few screws that I have inside my head already loose
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| Go head shoot me, I’m suicidal, I’d do it myself
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| I might have got a record deal 'cause I rap good
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| But before you ever heard of me I earned my respect
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| I kept it cool with people, some were scared to come to my crib
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| Stories going around Gwinnett about the ones who got the gas
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| Wolf, by the cash door
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| Blaming me for what my boys did, Moreland oh nab bind over Jorlan,
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| Homie Rj’s shortin' them for dollar bills
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| People pullin' pistols on me saying who this white boy is
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| And I ain’t saying this to try and be hard, but I ain’t fought no games
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| Don’t believe me had some boys act strange
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| They done toured with me, can be sure
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| That they knew if someone pissed me off, I’d swang 98
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| Homie shot a lady and a baby, point blank range
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| And he set 'em on fire in the trunk of a car
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| My best friend in sixth grade killed a lady for nothing
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| Now he’s a manager at Denny’s, Servers call him the The Boss
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| The point I’m tryna get across is I got a heart
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| I don’t wanna harm anyone, but I’ma finish what they start
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| Got an emptiness and dark side in me 'cause I’m scarred
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| People start to think you’re soft, when you’re caught without your guard
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| Thinking you’re an entertainer and the odds are getting got
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| Talking shit ain’t gonna happen, get the addy where you are
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| Pull up on you with the crew pull your car
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| Fuck a fade, we’re gonna stomp you like we’re putting out a fire
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| Pray to God like
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| Forgive them for their sins, my lord
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| They know not what they do
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| I’ve been trying to ignore the things they say to ruin my mood
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| Never know what I’ve been going through lately if they only knew
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| They’d watch the shit they say before they make me lose my cool…
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| Fuck around and lose my cool…
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| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| A A A town shit
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| North side, A town shit |